He bit into one himself, then walked over to offer the other to Qing Yi.
Qing Yi wanted to refuse, feeling that it wasn't quite appropriate to eat under the current circumstances, and it was someone else's food, after all.
The drunkard knew he would refuse, so he bit into his own apple, then yanked Qing Yi's hand and stuffed the apple into it.
"I implore the esteemed doctor to render aid, please." A fifty percent certainty had already surprised Uncle Ming greatly.
"I can try to save him, but I must make it clear beforehand, if I fail, you can't blame me."
"Of course."
The drunkard nodded, took the medical kit from Qing Yi's hand, and then pushed the half-eaten apple back into his hand: "Hold this for me."
The drunkard opened the medical kit and took out two medicine bottles.
He selected two different medicine pills and handed them to Bai Tang.
"Go pour a glass of water and get him to swallow these."
